The Wind And Rain Unusual Poem by Dennis Lange

Three days it blows, the flags stretched stiff and straight.
The ones who drive all feel a push or pull.
The heads of trees bob to the shifting weight.
We're dancing to the Wind Unusual.

Miles north of us our neighbors now complain
That rivers flood and all the streets run full.
Cloud follows cloud like boxcars in a train.
It wasn't due - the Rain Unusual.

But in this case that to us both seem strange
There is a link that is not visual.
The whole affects the parts; lives rearrange.
Together we are bound - the Usual.